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"A breath of good honest prayer would serve better than all your fun,"

groaned the sergeant, soberly

The gray eyes resting thoughtfully on the old soldier's haggard face

becaht aid you with one," thefroht try the comfort of a hymn, and you will

re back in

God's country"

There was awhich a rifle cracked sharply

out in the ravine; then the reckless fellow, his head partially

supported against the protecting bowlder, lifted up a full, rich

barytone in rendition of that hymn of Christian faith-"Nearer, h it be a cross

That raisethshall be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee!

Nearer to Thee"

Glazed and wearied eyes glanced cautiously toward the singer around the

edges of protecting rocks; fingers loosened their grasp upon the rifle

barrels; srimed cheeks becarew silent and treeful brave sent his bullet swirling just above the singer's head,